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Outside
the
door
,
Ser
Barristan
Selmy
still
guarded
the
tower
stairs
.
"
Maester
Pycelle
has
given
Robert
the
milk
of
the
poppy
,
"
Ned
told
him
.
"
See
that
no
one
disturbs
his
rest
without
leave
from
me
.
"
"
It
shall
be
as
you
command
,
my
lord
.
"
Ser
Barristan
seemed
old
beyond
his
years
.
"
I
have
failed
my
sacred
trust
.
"
"
Even
the
truest
knight
can
not
protect
a
king
against
himself
,
"
Ned
said
.
"
Robert
loved
to
hunt
boar
.
I
have
seen
him
take
a
thousand
of
them
.
"
He
would
stand
his
ground
without
flinching
,
his
legs
braced
,
the
great
spear
in
his
hands
,
and
as
often
as
not
he
would
curse
the
boar
as
it
charged
,
and
wait
until
the
last
possible
second
,
until
it
was
almost
on
him
,
before
he
killed
it
with
a
single
sure
and
savage
thrust
.
"
No
one
could
know
this
one
would
be
his
death
.
"
"
You
are
kind
to
say
so
,
Lord
Eddard
.
"
"
The
king
himself
said
as
much
.
He
blamed
the
wine
.
"
The
white-haired
knight
gave
a
weary
nod
.
"
His
Grace
was
reeling
in
his
saddle
by
the
time
we
flushed
the
boar
from
his
lair
,
yet
he
commanded
us
all
to
stand
aside
.
"
"
I
wonder
,
Ser
Barristan
,
"
asked
Varys
,
so
quietly
,
"
who
gave
the
king
this
wine
?
"
Ned
had
not
heard
the
eunuch
approach
,
but
when
he
looked
around
,
there
he
stood
.
He
wore
a
black
velvet
robe
that
brushed
the
floor
,
and
his
face
was
freshly
powdered
.
"
The
wine
was
from
the
king
's
own
skin
,
"
Ser
Barristan
said
.
"
Only
one
skin
?
Hunting
is
such
thirsty
work
.
"
